He doesn't know what to say to that. No one has ever done anything like that for him before. How could they? It's not like everyone knows the road to Heaven is through a pub, and even fewer that there's a magic bar as an alternative. But no one he's seen through that door has ever looked back. They've been glad to go. He never thought anyone would really want to stay, because of him.

It's probably a good thing. Most of them have been blokes. But the point stands.

His hand finds her face. He can't find any words. He just runs the pad of his thumb under her eye, along her cheekbone, and then leans in and kisses her. The sort of kiss that says thank you, and probably that other thing too, only he's never been good at speaking the important stuff.